hologram cracker

growing up is a choice.music is a blessing.mosaics are a cure.one head strung like a puppetthe blenderset to purify on every pulse.instincts honed to the hunt for mistakes.the night.the snow.the woods alone.from the moonlit brancheskissing the waterwhich is icewhich is waterwhich is kisseswhich is ice.never a photograph was stolen and bornin which this beast was at peace.there's a journey in the stars tonightto be threaded on the ground.there's a loss that fainted years agoand never made a sound.